The stereotypical line that parents drop in the movies right before a spanking comes down.
This is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you.
Until you have kids you can never really understand what that means. Anything that happens to our child rips us into a million pieces. From a faceplant while crawling to a spit up from just being excited - anything “bad” that happens to our kids kills us a little bit inside.
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So let’s introduce daycare into the mix. Jen and I are struggling with the weaning this week. It’s supposed to be a time where the child can adjust to new surroundings and get used to time away from Mom and Dad. That’s what they say.
Here’s the truth: The week of weaning is for the parents.
It was my turn today to drop off Z. I hung out for an hour or so to see how things are done and find out about their routine. I stayed off on the side, observing.
Z had no idea if I was there or not.
Yes, this is going to hurt us a lot more than it’s going to hurt him. It already does.
**UPDATE**
Just saw this daycare related post over on Sarah Lane’s blog:
When I was 2 years old, both of my parents worked full-time and during business hours I went to daycare. It was a place in Santa Cruz called TAM School, where “TAM” stood for Teen Age Mothers, even though my mom was 33 years old. Who knows.
I remember laying on a cot in a dark room with a bunch of other kids, not sleeping. Not upset, just laying there with my eyes open. Some time later, my mom comes to pick me up and as we’re getting my things together to go home, the person in charge says to her, “Sarah didn’t take a nap today.” To which my mom replies with a sigh, “Oh, well, that’s ok.”
And then under her breath, “Shit.” [source]
Maybe Z does know.
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